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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.