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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.