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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.