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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.