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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.