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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Doors,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.