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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 E-Dancer 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.