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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.