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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Panda Bear 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.