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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.