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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.