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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.