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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Smog,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Franke,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.