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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 World's Most to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.