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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.