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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Gladiators to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Technova,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.