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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.