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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.