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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.