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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Move,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.