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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.