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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.