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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.