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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Magma,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.