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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.