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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.