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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.