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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Magma,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.