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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.