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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.