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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.