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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.