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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Milan.
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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.