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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.