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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.