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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Ken Boothe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
UT,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.