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 Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Can,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.