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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.