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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.