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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.