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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.