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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.