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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Hashim,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.