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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.