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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Yaz,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.