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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.