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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.