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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.