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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Fear,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.