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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.