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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.