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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.