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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Can to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
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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.