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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.