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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.