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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.