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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
The Slits,
JFA,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.