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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.