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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.