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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.