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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.