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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
CMW,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
UT,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.