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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.