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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics 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 disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.