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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.