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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
MDC,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.