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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.