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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.