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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.