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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.