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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Pagans,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.