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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.