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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s 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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.