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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.