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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.