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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
John Cale,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.