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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.