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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.