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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.