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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.