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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.