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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The Move,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.