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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.