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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 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 Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.