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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Remains to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Slave,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Pagans,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.