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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.