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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.