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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
UT,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
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.