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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 MDC to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.