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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.