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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.