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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.