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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Television,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.