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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.