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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Last Poets 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.