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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.