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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
PIL,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.