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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.