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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.