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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.