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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.