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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.