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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 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 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.