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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Pylon,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Little Man,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.