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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.