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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Motorama,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.