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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.