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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.