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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.