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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Q65,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.