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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.