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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
the Swans,
PIL,
Sparks,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.