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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.