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 Portugal and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.