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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.