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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.