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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Monks,
The Motions,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.