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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.