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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.