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 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.