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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.