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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.