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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.