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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.