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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.