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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.