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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Max Romeo 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.