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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.