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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.