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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.