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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.