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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Television,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.