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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.