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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.