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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.