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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.