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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.