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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.