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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.