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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.