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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Near to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.