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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Television,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.