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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.