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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.