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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.