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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.