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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.