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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.