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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Rapeman 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.