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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Busters to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.