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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.