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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.