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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.