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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.