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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
CMW,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.