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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.