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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.