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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.