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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.