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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.