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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.