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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.