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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
the Swans,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.