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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.