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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.