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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.