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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.