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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.