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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
ABC,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.