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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.