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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.