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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.