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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.