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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Mars,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.