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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Wings,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.