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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.