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 Georgia and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.