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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.