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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.