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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.