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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.