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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Index,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.