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 Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.