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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.