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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.