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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
June Days,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.