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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.