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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.