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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.