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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.