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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Organ,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.