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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.