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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
PIL,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Fear,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.