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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.