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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
UT,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.