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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.