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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.