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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.