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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.