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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.