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 Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.