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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.