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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.