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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.