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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.