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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.