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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.