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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.