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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.