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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.