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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.