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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.