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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.