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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.