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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.