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 India and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
CMW,
The Monks,
Motorama,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Television,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.