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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The Move,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.