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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.