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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.