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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.