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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.