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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Index,
Fear,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Names,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.