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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.