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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.