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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.