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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.