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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aaron Thompson 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.