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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.