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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.