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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.