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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Gong,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.