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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.