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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
the Germs,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.