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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Magazine,
Nas,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.