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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.