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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.