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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.