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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Monks,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.