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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.