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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.