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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.