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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.