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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.