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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.