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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Television,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.