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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.