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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.