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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.