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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Slave,
UT,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.