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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Magma,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.