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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Wire,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.