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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Model 500,
DNA,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.