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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
CMW,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Technova,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.