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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.