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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.