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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.