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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.