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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.