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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.