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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.