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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.