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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.