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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.