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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.