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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.