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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Urselle,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.