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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.