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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.