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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.