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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.