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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.