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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.