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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.