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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.