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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Pole,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.