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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.