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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.