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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.