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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.