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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Whodini to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.