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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.