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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.