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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Nico,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.