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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.