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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.