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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.