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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Index,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.