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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Ronan,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.