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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.