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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.