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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.