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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.