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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Smog,
The Star Department,
UT,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.