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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.