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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.