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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.