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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.