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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.