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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.