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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.