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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.