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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.