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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.