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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.