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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.