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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 organ 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.