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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.