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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.