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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.