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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Flipper to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.