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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.