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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
JFA,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.