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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.