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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Josef K,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.