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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.