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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.