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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.