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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
MDC,
The Busters,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Mars,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.