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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
cv313,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.