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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.