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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.