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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Babytalk,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.