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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Television,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.