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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
cv313,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.