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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.