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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.