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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.