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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.