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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.