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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Smog to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.