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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.