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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.