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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Can,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.