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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.