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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
X-101,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.