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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.