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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.