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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
ABC,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.