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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
the Association,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
X-101,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.