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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.