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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Smog,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.