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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.