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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.