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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.