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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Television,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.