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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.