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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.