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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Faust,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.