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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.