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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Residents,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.