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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.