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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.