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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.