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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.