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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.