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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.