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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.