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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Index,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.