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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.