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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.