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 Tuvalu 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.