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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.