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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.