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 Estonia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.