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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.