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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Brick,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.