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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.