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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.