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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Can,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.