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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.