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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.