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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.