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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Index,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.