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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.