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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.