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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Zapp,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.