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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.