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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.