Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.