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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.