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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.