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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Slave to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.