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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.