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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.