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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Hoover,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.