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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.