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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.