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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.