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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
UT,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.