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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Cybotron,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Swans,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.