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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.