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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.