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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.