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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.