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 Japan and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
June Days,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.