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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Gong,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.