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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.