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 Argentina 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
PIL,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.