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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.