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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.