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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.