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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.