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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.