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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.