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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.