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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.