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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.