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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.