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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Wings,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.