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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The Evens,
Crime,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Offenders,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Nico,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.