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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Pylon,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.