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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.