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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.