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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.