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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.