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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.