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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.