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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.