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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.