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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.