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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.