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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.