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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.