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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Moebius,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.