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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.