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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.