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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.