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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.