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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.