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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.