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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.