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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Can,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.