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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.