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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.