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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Index,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.