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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.