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 Tuvalu 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.