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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
New Order,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.