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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.