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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.