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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.