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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.