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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Monks,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.