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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.