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 Niger and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.