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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.