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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
JFA,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.