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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Japan,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.