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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.