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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.