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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.