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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.