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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Q65,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.