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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.