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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.