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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.