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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Pole,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.