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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
X-101,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.