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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Erasure,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.