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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.