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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Names,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.