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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.