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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Ossler,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.