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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul II Soul 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.