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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.