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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.