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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 B.T. Express 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.