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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Index,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.