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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
The Names,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.