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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.