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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.