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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Fear,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.