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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.