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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.