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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.