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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.