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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.