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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.