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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.