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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.