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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Ten City,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.