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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 rap 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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.