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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Qualms,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.