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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Nico,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.