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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.