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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.