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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.