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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.