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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.