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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
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Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.