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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Rakim,
Magma,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.