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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.