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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Mars,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.