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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.