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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.