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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.