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 France and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.