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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.