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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.