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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.