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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.