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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Techniques to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.