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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.