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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.