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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.