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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.