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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Moebius,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.