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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.