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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 London and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.