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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.