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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.