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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.